Here's the
thing: I'm kind of a secret, Grade-A hermit. Not a hermit in a traditional sense
of course, but more of a lounging afficianado. I do booze around and let my
proverbial hair down way more than my paycheck allows, yes, but it's this thing
where, if you were to hold up my favorite pair of sweats and a free press dinner
side-by-side, for one embarassing and shameful minute I will actually consider
the sweatpants.